Moving house is often considered one of life’s greatest stressors. And as I wrap dishes in newspaper and place memories in boxes, I can feel why. Moving isn’t just physical, it’s emotional. It asks us to untether from a space that held us, to dismantle rhythms that once made us feel safe. And it invites us, sometimes gently, sometimes abruptly, into the unknown. But in the upheaval, there’s also a quiet invitation: to declutter. Not just the shelves and drawers, but the self. It’s a chance to take stock—not only…
